Ars Poetica

On this particular day She was born in songs Like a seed growing Through the indifferent earth There are private Chambers in each word Cardiogenic, self-sufficient When the world going starved Watery, luminous eyes Staring at the outside--- Strange affairs feeding Estranged souls She was lost for a while Among constellation Of animal-shaped stars Unable to see her own beauty I watch with joy The slowly opening Of the aromatic leaves Spreading vein by vein Word after word--- The rippling shadows Of her wings I let the steam blind My eyes like the clouds Once blinded hers As she walked towards me I smell indigo I feel smooth jade I kiss off the tear Hanging from her eye On this particular day I don’t know where She came from Where she’ll go And I no longer care On this particular day Behind the clouds of her Womanly scent She is singing She is dancing She is becoming She is being ---LTG, 20 Dec. 2004